Closed Flames|Burrliza

~Prolouge~

Elizabeth Schuyler has been married to Alexander Hamilton for a few years now. Although, the marriage has turned cold. Elizabeth's heart has always been with Alexander, but has his heart always been with hers? The tomcat was a very hard working man and Eliza did everything she possibly could to understand that... but something just didn't feel right. She didn't feel loved anymore. Even when her sister, Peggy, passed on... He wasn't by her side to comfort her. Only her elder sister, Angelica. This really hurt Eliza in a way she couldn't explain and that is how she felt the flame in her marriage die out.

One afternoon, Alexander was putting together a stack of papers at his desk when he stood up. He turned and his tired eyes landed on his wife, Eliza. She had a look of worry on her face. "Alexander, are you going to be home for dinner?" She asked softly, with their young little boy, Philip right behind her. Alexander sighed softly, shaking his head. "No, Betsey. I've got a lot of work to do." He said as he headed for the door. Elizabeth's heart sank like a rock in the water. "Alexander, when are you to ever have time for your family?" She asked, her voice cracking as the word family slipped out.

"I'll have time for the family when the work runs out," Alex muttered as he left the house. Philip looked up at Eliza, hugging her leg gently. Eliza stroked his hair gently. "Mama, are you okay?" He asked. She nodded and put on a smile. "Yes, Philip. Of course, I'm okay. Why don't you go and practice the piano while I fix dinner?" Philip nodded. "Okay! I love you!" He then ran to go play the piano. Eliza kept her smile until Philip faded into the next room. She looked at her husband's desk. What happened to us? She thought to herself. She had always imagined her and Alexander would have a brilliant family. Of course, she loved her children more than anything in the world... But Alex just didn't seem to be a part of it anymore. This put a deep pressure on Eiza's chest. Perhaps she could talk to her sister about this.

Eliza went and sat at Alexander's desk, pulling a blank sheet of paper and a quill out from the drawers. She then began to write.

My dearest sister Angelica,

It has been quite some time since I've written to you. I surely do hope that London is suitable for you and your family so far. I'd be pleased to know how your husband and children are doing. For mine are not doing so well. The children are beginning to notice their father's absence and are eager to have Alexander's attention. As for him and me, I feel our love has grown cold. I wish to understand how it has come to this. As he cares more for his work than he does spending time with his own family. There is not a day that he looks me in the eye with the same passion he had years ago. Many nights I've slept alone without my husband by my side.

I'm not sure how much I can take and I do not want to break my family apart. I'm not sure what to do... and I'm certain that your wisdom would be able to help me, dear sister.  That and it seems you're here for me far more than my husband has this last year. I'm sincerely sorry to put all my own family problems and stress out on you, but I'm not sure who else I can turn to at this moment. I'm just longing for reassurance and some warmth for my heart. I miss you dearly. Come visit soon.

Sincerely, your sister, Eliza